Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 423: Chapter 423

Although, however.

Su Lu felt that the look in a person’s eyes never lies.

Especially someone like Song Boyuan, who rarely shows his feelings, always appearing distant and detached throughout the year.

With such a person, if there were any emotional fluctuations toward anyone, that would surely mean that person was vitally important.

And if he showed weakness to them, that importance was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Su Lu’s observations were subtle and sharp; she had seen both these signs in Song Boyuan—emotional fluctuations towards Jing Qiao, and a clear display of weakness.

So Su Lu thought, despite knowing that Jing Qiao had been committed to the Psychiatric Hospital and had experienced severe hardships,

was it a bit inappropriate to assume that Song Boyuan’s endless oppression and bullying were entirely at fault, without a clear understanding of the causes and circumstances?

At this moment, a subtle idea arose in Su Lu’s mind.

To be honest, she thought she was quite daring, facing a dangerous person who had come bearing a gun.

She even dared to have the notion to test him... quite bold indeed.

But Su Lu inexplicably felt that as long as Jing Qiao was there, she would be very safe—not only her, but everyone present would be very safe.

During risky activities, there would be safety signals and safety codes.

Su Lu felt that Song Boyuan was this risky activity, and Jing Qiao was that safety signal and code, the string tied to the kite, the lock restraining the beast.

Su Lu reached out and tugged at Jing Qiao, and Song Boyuan, like a dragon guarding his treasure, didn’t care whether you were male or female, whether he needed to treat you like a gentleman or not.

His piercing gaze immediately turned towards Su Lu.

Su Lu ignored his gaze, and her speech was neither hurried nor slow. She even deliberately slowed down a bit, so that Song Boyuan could hear every single word clearly.

Su Lu said, "But Xiao Le will miss you a lot, he even said he wants you to teach him to dance ballet. Despite how many times I’ve explained that ballet is usually for little girls, he just won’t listen."

This statement was full of holes; for instance, she was eventually going to take Zhao Xiaole back to Beijing anyway, since after the summer break, Zhao Xiaole would have to return to kindergarten in Beijing.

Even if there were to be teaching, it could still happen upon their return to Beijing.

But Su Lu vaguely felt that perhaps her guess was not wrong.

Right after hearing Su Lu’s words, Song Boyuan stiffened, because he had been staring at Su Lu all this time, so Su Lu caught the emotional shift in his gaze exceptionally clearly.

Upon hearing her words, his eyes widened slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared in them. He turned to look at Jing Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, you... started dancing?"

Song Boyuan’s eyes lowered, his gaze fell on Jing Qiao’s legs, and a fleeting shade of deep sorrow passed through his eyes.

"No," Jing Qiao’s voice was indifferent.

When she looked towards Su Lu, her gaze warmed. She gently squeezed Su Lu’s hand, "Sister-in-law, could you... apologize to Xiao Le for me? I had promised to take him out to play in the sand in a couple of days, it seems I’ll be breaking that promise. Well, I should leave now."

Bo Jingshen’s brows furrowed, but he did not voice any objections; although Su Lu had not said much to him, there was an unspoken understanding between them.

As for Shen Xun and Su Zhe not intervening, it was because they never cared much for Jing Qiao in the first place; their only concern was Su Lu.

Song Boyuan’s men had already come in and were now vigilantly standing by his side, watching Yida and Wu Hui closely.

Then they spoke softly to Song Boyuan, "President Song, should we get the plane ready now?"

Song Boyuan remained silent.

Jing Qiao glanced at Song Boyuan and said, "Let’s go."

Song Boyuan’s thin lips were pressed together, and his gaze was deep, seemingly lost in thought. Upon hearing her words, he took Jing Qiao’s hand and led her out of the Su Zhe Company lobby.

A Maybach was waiting at the entrance of the lobby. Song Boyuan opened the car door, let Jing Qiao get in, and then sat down himself.

His subordinates got into a seven-seat business van behind them.

After they all had left, the atmosphere in the lobby seemed to relax from the previously high tension.

Bo Jingshen hurried forward, grabbing Su Lu’s shoulders, "Are you alright? Were you frightened?"

Su Lu shook her head, "It’s not that serious. I just didn’t expect Song Boyuan to be so crazy."

"He has always been the number one mad dog in Beijing’s noble circles," Bo Jingshen said with a frown.

Otherwise, even Jing Su wouldn’t want to mess with this guy.

Shen Xun looked at Su Zhe’s pale complexion, caring but hesitant to speak up, he could only ask, "Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?"

He was asking both Su Lu and Su Zhe.

Su Zhe didn’t make a sound, Su Lu paused and then took the initiative to say, "I’m fine."

She then turned to look at Su Zhe, "Brother, are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good."

Su Zhe shook his head, "I’m fine, my complexion is always like this. But... Jing Qiao will be okay, won’t she?"

Bo Jingshen asked Su Lu, "Were you just... trying to test Song Boyuan? I feel like you wouldn’t suddenly say what you did for no reason. In that situation, it was clearly not the time for idle chatter."

Su Lu nodded, "I just... felt that Jing Qiao would be okay. I had a feeling that Song Boyuan wouldn’t hurt her."

Even upon learning that Jing Qiao might dance again, the look of surprise and excitement on Song Boyuan’s face didn’t seem feigned. For someone as cold as him, to be that visibly moved was proof of a significant inner turmoil.

It was as if... Jing Qiao’s return to dance made him happier than anyone else, but if she couldn’t dance, he would be more distressed than anyone.

Bo Jingshen’s brows furrowed. noveldrama

Su Lu looked at him, "I think you might not know the whole story. But regardless, we’ll soon have the answer."

"What answer?" Bo Jingshen asked.

Su Lu said, "Have your secretary follow up with West Suburb Airport and check if any private jets took off today."

Su Lu thought that if she was wrong, then a private jet would definitely have departed today, with Song Boyuan taking Jing Qiao away immediately.

But if she was right, there would be no private jet taking off today, and Song Boyuan would continue to stay in Feng City with Jing Qiao.

Bo Jingshen considered himself quick-witted in business, but when it came to understanding others’ emotions, he was quite slow.

He suddenly felt somewhat relieved that someone as perceptive as Su Lu wasn’t manipulating him emotionally. Otherwise, he’d be completely at a loss.

"Then I’ll take Su Lu to my place first," Bo Jingshen said looking at Su Zhe and Shen Xun.

Indeed, Bo Jingshen was slow to grasp other people’s emotional undercurrents, so he couldn’t see the brewing tension between Shen Xun and Su Zhe.

Like a naïve son of a wealthy landowner, he bade Su Zhe and Shen Xun farewell, "Gentlemen, bye-bye."